Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.